Effulgent #Endthestigma

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My hair, dirty and matted.

 

My forehead, creased with worry.

 

My ears, tuned to insecurities.

 

My eyes, sunken and jaded.

 

My nose, crinkled in concern.

 

My mouth, only a smile.

 

That is me – what I have become – what I have – and always will be.

 

I turn my head to the golden shackles which chain me to an obsidian block.

 

I have stopped struggling for a long time now.

 

Everyday another beautiful, glorious, shining bracelet brings me to bondage.

 

I look up to see it rear its ugly head.

 

The grotesque, clouded being offers me a luminous chain once more.

 

With cracked lips I whisper sweet tales and invite another.

 

My shoulders give way and I fall to one knee like Atlas.

 

My knees quake and scream in protest.

 

No more.

 

No.

Not enough.

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